Don’t be tempted by Route 66. Drive the Spanish coast instead, with its great beaches and fantastic food

People always go on about the Great American Road Trip but I’ve never quite
understood the appeal. The jet lag, days spent dawdling at 50mph max on
endless bland motorways that are lined with your only dining option, Waffle
House; nights spent in the kind of depressing motels in which the murders
and dismemberments in American cop shows almost always take place — none of
this makes for a particularly satisfying holiday, in my opinion.

I did my own Great American Road Trip years ago and returned almost crippled
from spending an average of six hours a day in the car.